"Oh, she's all right," declared the informer. "Camille Crane is a dear—if the girls do call her Feathers."
"I thought all that nick-name business was done in colleges," remarked Dorothy. "Every one here seems to have two names."
"Couldn't possibly get along without them," declared Cologne. "I've been Cologne since my first day—what have they given you?"
"I haven't heard yet," said Dorothy, smiling. "But I do hope they won't 'Dot' me. I hate dots."
"Then make it Dashes or Specks, but you must not be Specks. We have one already."
"Glad of it," returned Dorothy. "I don't like Specks either."
"I guess we will make it 'D. D.' That's good, and means a whole lot of things. There," declared Cologne. "I've had the honor of being your sponsor. Now you must always stick by me. D. D. you are to be hereafter."
"That will tickle Tavia," declared Dorothy. "She always said I was a born parson."
"Better yet," exclaimed Cologne. "Be Parson. Now we've got it. The Little Parson," and away she flew to impart her intelligence to a waiting world of foolish schoolgirls.